Evil Ways

Chapter One

Thank God, is Saturday.

Haymitch Abernathy couldn't stand waking up at 5:00 am every day and tolerate those jackass kids. Some of them really smells like teen spirit, which he supposed is weed and sweat. Also, he hated all the TikTok's trends that kids put so much effort into, instead of focusing, I don't know, good grades? Some of them were nice, but not enough. Handling teenagers was tough. As it was Saturday, he could just sink his ass on his couch, scratch his balls while watching some badass movie on TV and later puke on the floor. Sunday, if he wakes up on the right time, he could put on Redzone all fucking day, watch every NFL game until prime time. If dear God was good to him, his life could be just like this.

But unfortunately, bad luck he had, Haymitch was born poor. He could have enjoyed a couple more hours of sleep in the Saturdays, but he has a pile of homework to correct and lectures to prepare. Why, dear Lord? Why had he refused to work in that bakery? On the fabric as well. Nothing ever worked for him when he lived in Texas.

Haymitch parents, already deceased, left him and his brothers and sisters a bakery in Victoria, Texas, the place where they lived and made their whole life. The bread was the best of the town and Haymitch had always been proud of being the baker's son. But being 18 years old, and to think that your whole life was going to be next to the oven, to the cakes and to lift and carry a hundred-pound bags of flour constantly is not the dream scenario. That's why he didn't wait to be older to sell to his brothers and sister his part of the Bakery to pursue a big dream. Haymitch has two brothers and two sisters, so, not much money could come from this business, not even close to be enough for the big dream. His best friend, Leroy Everdeen, arranged him a job in the factory, where Haymitch thought that could give him a good money to get out of Victoria. Was in the factory that he had that feeling for the first time, ya know – WHY TO WORK? How could we put our lives in dangerous like this, doing dangerous stuff, and not being united enough to have a good union, a better paycheck and life quality? When exactly did we let the capitalism win? Did we have any chance at all? Small payments, bad environment. When he was about to quit and give up, one of the machines almost finished him after an explosion – Just didn't, because Leroy was checking it out to see what fucking strange noise was that.

He buried his friend in Victoria, took the money from a lawsuit against the fabric, and never looked back.

Now, everything that Haymitch is resumes in being a high school teacher (After all, he took all his money and arrived in New York to go to college, hadn't he?). He studied social sciences and really love that, trying to understand why we did, what we did, what we will do. In the beginning of his career, he tried to wake some kids up, to be more than just ordinary citizens. Unsuccessfully. Is so frustrating spend your lifetime trying to find your place in world and being someone who could be important, that when you realize you're just a person, it gets real Like, you can't be a spark alone in the world. You can just drink all the time like you're an NPC in a game, because your actions don't really matter, do they? Now, the only thing he wants is that quality of living – but he basically works at Saturday as well. Working to afford an apartment rent and to buy a new TV – he broke his last one by throwing a beer in the last Cowboys game.

With a brand-new feeling of failure, he finally sat down on his only chair in front of a lonely table and started to correct the lessons of almost 500 students at Capitol High School. Correct lessons, Scratch his eyes, pause to coffee – a horrible one – and sometimes, he swear some name – how could they be so dumb? Once in a while he gives up, and maybe go back to Victoria and ask for a job to his brothers sounds like a good idea. Where would he live? His parent's house now shelters his brother Ceasar and his noise family.

Come back to the papers, Haymitch. Do your job, pay your bills and drink once again. This is your life, until you have the luxury to have one.